Is it 4am yet?

What qualifies someone to wear a straight-jacket in a padded room their whole life? I would really like to know, except I don't want the straps done up too tight, since I'm experiencing some shoulder issues at the moment.

Being sober for the better part of unemployment gets the ol' mind wandering a bit, don't have that relied upon turn off switch at the moment.

I've really done it to myself as a whole, I figure. Lots of things I didn't do and most of them I should have and I am definitely should have reasoned that out more growing up. There is that quote from High Fidelity about listening to one's gut, but realizing its just full of shit. Yeah, that sounds about right. My gut is terrible and my heart is long-since spineless.

When you get to thinking more and more about these sort of things, thoughts do not become any more pleasant. Actually, I really begin to wonder how those prescription drugs work to change the chemistry in your brain, 'cuz these thoughts feel more solid than gases or impulses.

I've put up a solid facade, in my opinion. I don't think I'm the good person that everyone seems to believe I am. I feel a pretty harsh evil inside and its manifestation is intriguing, to say the least.



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